[B-Real]
  Funkmaster Flex, is down with us
  KRS-One, he's down with us
  The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us
  Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us
  Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
  The MAAD Circle are down with us
  Def Squad, is down with us
  ?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
  Dr. Dre you know he's down with us
  Julio G he's down with us
  Sway and King Tech, are down with us
  Makin funky music is a must... I'm #1! *one echoes*
  
  People still takin rappin for a joke
  A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
  Sometime I choke and try to believe
  when I get challenged by a million MC's
  I try and tell them, we're all in this together
  My album was raw, because no one would ever
  think like I think, or do what I do
  I stole the show, then I leave without a clue
  Whattayou think makes up Cypress Hill?
  Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking
  Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble
  Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
  Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
  causing me to take long trips
  I'm the original, teacher of this type of style
  Rockin off beat with a smile or smirk
  or chuckle, yet some are not up to
  Cypress Hill Posse, so I love to
  step in the jam and slam, I'm not Superman
  Cause anybody can
  or should be able, to rock a turntable
  Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
  But here's where the problem starts, no heart
  Because of that, a lot of groups fell apart
  Rap is still an art, and no one's from the old school
  cause rap is still a brand new cool
  I say no one from the old school cause rap on the whole
  isn't even twenty years old
  Fifty years down the line, you can start this
  Cause we'll be the old school artists
  And even in that time I'll say a rhyme
  A brand new style, ruthless and wild
  Runnin around, spendin money havin fun
  Cause even then, I'm still #1! *one echoes*
  
  Soul Assassin crew of course
  comes to express with styles galore
  Ways of rhyming, old and new
  Past and present, knock knock who is it?
  A brand new style, RRRAH time to change
  People talk about me when they see me on stage
  Live in action, guaranteed raw
  I hang with the rich and I work for the poor
  And after all you can say you saw
  Cypress Hill, stompin once more
  I play it by ear, I love to steer
  the fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
  I grab the beer, but not in the ride
  Cause I'm not stupid I don't drink and drive
  I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
  My album is sellin, because of my vocals
  You know what you need to learn?
  Old school artists don't always burn
  You're just another rapper whose had his turn
  now it's my turn, and I am concerned
  about idiots, posing as kings
  What are we here to rule, I thought we're 'sposed to sing
  And if we are to sing, then let us begin to teach
  Many of you are educated open your mouth and speak
  A Cypress Hill soldier, is something like a total renegade
  Except I don't steal I rhyme to get paid
  Airplanes flyin, overseas people dyin
  politicians lyin I'm tryin
  not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
  from bringin out the truth in the song
  So C-H-P short for Cypress Hill Production
  Made a little noise cause the crew was sayin somethin
  People have the nerve to take me for a gangsta
  an ignorant one, somethin closer to a prankster
  Doin petty crimes goin straight to penetentiary
  but in the scale of crime that's really elementary
  This beat is now compellin me, to explain the silence
  why my last jam was so violent
  It's simple, Cypress Hill will teach reality
  No beatin around the bush, straight up, just like 'My Weed is Free'
  So now you know, a poet's job is never done
  But I'm never overworked, cause I'm still #1! *one echoes*
  
  MC Eiht, he's down with us
  Big Boy and Ralph M are down with us
  ReFugee Camp, is down with us
  Khartoum and Vigga V are down with us
  Call O' Da Wild is down with us
  Psycho Realm, is down with us
  Lifestyle Car Club is down with us
  Makin funky music is a must, I'm #1! *one echoes*